The Heart of the Necropolis
My Shrine to Shinigami-sama
Death. Such a fearsome thing for most people, and yet
for others, it’s a source of comfort, knowing that it’s there. I’m one of those
others. My fascination with Death began at a
young age, when my Grandmother died. She was a major figure in my life, and
when she died, I felt horrible about it. My family fell apart from it, and
I figured that something so powerful had to have some qualities. That, and
the fact that I ended up miserable and the only thing that kept me going
sometimes was knowing that there was always the sanctuary of Death, that I
could seek refuge on His doorstep without actually dying. My faith in Him,
knowing that He’d protect me, grew to a point where I no longer just
admired Him, I’d grown to worship Him. Therefore, I became a Priestess to
the God of Death.
Death-worship has sometimes been confused with Satanism. I have this to say about that: IN NO WAY IS DEATH WORSHIP LIKE SATANISM. Death is not evil; Satan is evil. Shinigami-sama does not live in Hell; he lives in the area between the mortal world and the 3 afterlives (Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell). Shinigami-sama’s servants are not evil; they’re actually relatively benevolent, at least most of them that I’ve met are. We do not do animal sacrifices, nor do we kill people (me being violent and semi-homicidal have nothing to do with religion). I wish people would get it right.
Feel free to say a prayer here. After all this is a shrine.
Special
thanks to
And
For
the pictures!